My name is Thecia and I am a 31-year-old cutter. This week, though, I wasn’t looking to cut off any nuts. I was on vacation with my friend Jill. As much as I love to cut off men’s balls (especially the scumbags who need to be taught a lesson), it was time to give even that a rest and just enjoy myself for a week.

Normally I tell my readers where I am when I do a nutting, but I am keeping my mouth shut about our location this time. You’ll find out why.

On the third night of our week off, we picked up a couple of really cute, really hung college boys. They were also from out of town and their motel room was only ten blocks away, so we piled into their car and went to their room. It was a wonderful date for both of us. First, we not only blew them, we went “around the world” with them. Then they fucked our brains out for a good long time. As we sat around chatting, waiting for the boys to recover for “the third cumming,” my date asked me if, this time, he could take me up my asshole. “No way, no how,” I told him. “I’m still a virgin back there, and, if I ever give my butt hole cherry up, it will have to be to someone really special. No offence, guys, you’re lots of fun, but you’re not that special. Really? Jill asked me, “You’re still a virgin there, after all the wild stuff you’ve done?” “Yes I am,” I told her, “in spite of any rumors you may have heard.” In the end, Jill and I switched dates and took them for one more trip around the world. I could go into greater detail, but we have a lot of ground to cover. By the time we were done, it was about three AM. The college boys lay back on their beds, exhausted. “You guys stay there and rest,” I told them. “We’ll walk back to our car.” We didn’t mind the walk, it was only ten blocks and it was a lovely night out. As I walked along, I thought about how wonderful I felt. I was on vacation and I had just had a really great time with two delicious boys. My only worry was what to get Jill for her birthday, which was coming up later that week. She was going to hit a decade mark that freaks some women out, but Jill had nothing to be freaked out about. Even at that age, she still had it in abundance. Still, she was hard to shop for. She already had a lot, so she didn’t want for much.

My train of thought was interrupted by what sounded like a little girl, sobbing and retching in the alley up ahead. We raced to where the sound was coming from and found a frail preteen girl, naked and lying on her side. She could not stop vomiting and she had been beaten to a bloody pulp.

“Quick, run and bring the car back here,” I told Jill. “I’ll stay with the child.” We had covered her as best we could with Jill’s cape and I held her forehead as her piteous vomiting had turned into a violent case of dry heaves.

While Jill was gone, the poor girl told me what had happened. Her name was Anna. She was thirteen, a runaway and a prostitute. Her pimp, some guy she called “JT,” had told her, if she didn’t bring in at least $300 every night, he would beat her up. “Is that what happened to you, Anna, did your pimp do this?” It turned out he hadn’t. Business had been very slow that night, and, as it grew later and the streets more deserted, she began to cry when she thought of what JT was going to do to her. Just then, two well-dressed middle aged guys happened by. “What’s the matter, Sweetie?” asked the bigger of the two. Anna explained her predicament, and the bigger guy said, well, I think I can scrape up $300 back at our apartment. He told her it would be the easiest date she ever had. All they would do was ask her to strip and show them her goodies, and then she could get dressed and go home, three hundred dollars to the good. She was desperate to satisfy her pimp, so she went with the guys back to their place. It was far from her easiest date ever. It was her most horrible and her last. Once she had gotten naked for them, they proceeded to beat her up, and then fuck her repeatedly in her pussy and her tiny ass hole. Anna told me about a few other things they did to her, too terrible to mention, and, for a climax, they made her kneel down in front of them with her mouth open. They both pissed into her mouth, long and hard, and demanded she swallow it all down. She had little choice. Not only did they take turns holding a gun on her, they told her the climax of her date was that they were going to stick a cherry bomb up her pussy and another one up her butt, then light them….unless she was a good girl and did everything they said, without making a lot of noise. Then, as they made her lie down flat, the bigger guy began to sit his asshole down on her mouth. She begged for mercy, but got none. As it was, she had to swallow the torrent of shit the guy crapped into her mouth to keep from suffocating. The other guy beat her up again, really badly, as the shitter held her upright. Then the guys piled her into the trunk of their car and threw her into the alley.

In spite of the horror, Anna had retained enough presence of mind to remember the address and the apartment number where she had been so badly worked over. She told me that and gave me a general description of the two men. It was getting harder and harder for her to talk, and her shivering, broken body felt like it was on fire. Just then I heard the roar of an engine and the squeal of tires. I could not yet see the car that was making the noise, but I knew it had to be Jill. “Don’t worry, Little One, we’re going to get you to a hospital,” I told the poor girl. But it was not to be. No sooner had I said that when she gave a final shudder and died in my arms.

When Jill got there a minute later, I was crying my eyes out. Then, when she saw the reason why, she broke down too. I don’t know how long we both wept, but, finally I was able to recover enough to talk.

“This calls for special measures,” I said.

We left poor little Anna’ broken body by a dark side entrance to the hospital. It was not the tenderest of good-byes, but we couldn’t afford to be seen with the girl (even though our hearts were shattered) for what I had in mind.

I knew where the two scumbags lived and what they looked like from Anna’s description. The takedown was easy and routine. Jill is the bait, then the taser. What followed was anything but routine

The two guys woke up to find themselves on their knees and hogtied, with a ball gag in each of their mouths.

“Hi, boys, welcome to the party,” I told them. “First, we’ll start with a little role playing. My friend and I will be you guys, and you can take turns being the little girl you murdered last night. That’s right, she’s dead. We’re going to enjoy the hell out of this game. You, not so much!”

To start with, I informed them they were going to get beaten up. I explained that a little woman like me could not hit them nearly as hard as they had hit little Anna, so I needed a little help. I reached into by equipment bag (which, fortunately, I had forgotten to unload when we started on our vacation) and pulled out a set of brass knuckles. “Where in the hell did you get those things?” Jill asked with a giggle. A few years ago, I had been a little careless when I nutted a biker, and, before I knew it, his gang was after me. The only stranger who was willing to help me was a nice guy named Tommy. He kept me and my car out of sight until the bikers gave up the search. “Thank you, thank you,” I gushed. “I’ll give you anything you want…anything.” Even as I said that, I hoped he would not ask to fuck me in the ass. I had hoped to keep that territory off limits to all. To my relief and surprise, he asked me to beat him up. “I really don’t like to hurt people,” I explained to him. “Please?” he implored, “it’s my birthday.” Well, the guy had saved my life without demanding to rip my asshole apart. The least I could do was give him what he wanted. I beat him up just bad enough that he’d know he‘d been put through the ringer. When I finished, he was lying naked on his back. Both eyes had been blackened, his lips were swollen and bleeding, and blood was gushing from his nose. “Spread ‘em,” I said, pointing to his legs. Then as I kicked his balls again and again, I sweetly sang, “Happy birthday to you…”

The upshot of the whole thing was that he loved it (and me, he said) so much that, every time I had occasion to go to NJ in the spring (around the time of his birthday), I’d stop by and give him his birthday ‘spanking.” A couple of times I broke his nose, but, otherwise did nothing he could not eventually recover from by himself. Then, last year, he presented me with a set of brass knuckles and told me he wanted a really special working over. “Please,” I begged him, “don’t make me do this. Take these things back, will you?” In the end, he agreed to accept just the regular ass kicking, but he insisted I keep the knucks. “You never know when they might come in handy,” he pointed out. Now they were very handy indeed.

I removed their gag balls and proceeded to bash in the faces of my two prisoners Blood and teeth flew everywhere. When they both passed out, I told Jill, go get me a glass of water and see if she could find me a pair of pliers. She soon came back with both, as well as the gun they had been holding on little Anna. “Jackpot!” I said. We splashed them until they recovered, then I went to work with the pliers, yanking out all their teeth that I had jolted but not yet knocked out of their mouths. The guys were now sobbing their miserable hearts out. . Don’t fret, boys,” I told them, we’re just getting started. With Jill holding the .38 on them, I cut the ropes that had them hogtied and made them lie on their backs on their beds. I re-tied the ropes so that they were spread-eagled. Without any fanfare or ceremony, I took out my straight razor and sliced their balls off, first one guy, then the other. “That was the fun part,” I explained. “Wait ‘til you see what’s next. I hear you like to pee in little girls’ faces,” I told the shorter guy. “Well enjoy the memory of the last fun you will ever have with that dick of yours.” Then, I pulled his penis up and deftly sliced it off at the base. By this time the guys were going wild, one with pain, the other with fear. I hear you’re a shitter as well,” I told the other guy. But, in spite of that, I’m going to give you a choice, unlike your dickless friend over there. I told him I could either slice his dick off or he could stick his butt out, after I untied his feet, and let me sew his asshole shut. “If you do,” I told him I promise I will not cut your dick off. The guy opted for the needle and thread. He would eventually get his hole unstuck, but he would never grow another dick. By the time I got him into position and the gag ball reinserted, his friend had stopped crying and gone unconscious. Soon, I hoped, he would bleed out. The other guy strained at the gag ball with every stab of my needle. I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel. When I finished, I made him get on his back again and re-tied his ankles in the same spread-eagle position. His eyes bulged with fear. “Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I promised I wouldn’t cut your dick off, so I won’t.” Then I folded the razor shut and tossed it to Jill. “Here,” I told her, “earn your keep.” Before the guy knew it, Jill was holding his sliced-off dick up to his face. “Say bye-bye to your weenie,” she told him. It was her first dick ever. It was also to be our first murders, so we decided to get the hell out of there fast.

By the night of Jill’s birthday, we were at her place, celebrating and getting high. I don’t do that when I’m working, but this was still my vacation. “Jill, I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten you anything. Give me a day of two, and I’ll buy you something nice.” “Keep your money,” Jill replied with a smile. “What I want won’t cost you a penny and you’ve already brought it here. I want to pop your butt hole cherry.” This was too much to imagine: my first time with a woman (Jill, whom I adored) and my first anal sex. Since I was high, or maybe because I secretly wanted it, I was quickly on my knees with my asshole sticking out. “I’ll be gentle,” Jill assured me as she brought out an amply sized dildo. I had not seen too many dicks that were bigger. She was as gentle as she could be, stating very slowly and only gradually working up to a good hard fucking. As she pumped, I sang through my tears, “Happy birthday to you…”

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia